All Chapters of His Innocent Luna: Bought and Claimed by His Bed: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

Briallen Wintermere lies naked and bound on the wide bed inside the master suite of Dreadmoor Mansion. Soft silk restraints hold her wrists and ankles. A blindfold covers her eyes. Her plus-size body, short at four-foot-five, dark skin gleaming under the low lamp, stays still while her breathing stays quick.Caelor Dreadmoor steps into the room. He wears the clear-lens glasses he keeps for show. The frames sit on his nose while he watches her. Muscular frame fills the doorway. He takes the glasses off, folds one temple then the other, and sets them aside.“Briallen.”She stiffens.“Caelor? Is that you?”“Yes. It’s me.”Her full breasts rise faster. The dried marks of his earlier release still coat her dark nipples. He walks to the edge of the bed and sits. One hand strokes her arm.“Stay quiet. I tied you so you would not thrash and hurt yourself. The blindfold was so you could rest. I am going to free you now.”He loosens the silk at her wrists first, then her ankles. He rubs the cir

Briallen Wintermere woke up wrapped around Alpha Caelor Dreadmoor, the previous night crashing back into her mind in vivid waves. Sliding to the side, she rested her chin on her hand to study him in the dim morning light of the Alpha's Moon Chamber. He looked relaxed, far more at ease than she could recall him looking in a long time. After the hard truth he shared with her—that he had been pining for her even while believing their mate bond could never be realized—she knew she had been the source of his tension. Hearing it had hurt, but it also filled her with intense joy. Caelor wanted to be hers, and she wanted him to claim her in every way possible.She looked down and noticed the prominent bulge stretching the front of his trousers. Briallen was still inexperienced, but she wanted nothing more than to show him that her need matched his. Reaching for the heavy sheet, she slowly dragged it down his chest, running her palm over his firm abdomen and loving the heat radiating off his s

The heavy scented air of the Frosthaven Dominion territory settled thick around the pack lodge as the moon rose higher."Have you ever done yourself up, Celandra?"I blush hard in the vanity mirror at Sylvene as she works the hot iron through my hair. When she first brought the heat close to my wolf's sensitive ears, I was sure it was going to scorch every single strand off my head and leave me looking like a rogue.Reaching up, I take one of the soft curls between my fingers and examine it, my claws catching slightly on the silk."I’m not gonna look like I’m... trying too hard, am I?" I ask, my inner wolf already whimpering to crawl under the bed and hide.Sylvene laughs, her own wolf purring with amusement. "Despite what the unmated males say about loving the raw pack look, they like hot females, sister! And we’re making you hotter than you’ve ever been."I barely recognize my reflection. Darkened lashes, highlighted cheeks, tinted lips—all things I never wear around the pack house.

The heavy tires of the beast-hauler hummed against the dark mountain path leading back from the lower territory.And what the hell is that tiny little piece of fabric she’s wearing? It’s more like sheer heat-lingerie than something you wear to the lower territory where any rogue can mark you with his eyes. Doesn’t she know how the unbonded males will react to something like that?It was Sylvene’s idea, of course. The boy-crazy wolf who’s been nothing but a terrible influence on her since day one. I’ve never liked her. Celandra doesn't touch heavy mead, but I can smell the sour alcohol clung to her breath over her sweet female scent."Seatbelt," I tell her, my voice low and dark. She quickly buckles up, but the leather strap only accentuates the sharp perkiness of her tits against the silk. "You’ve got no idea how lucky you are that my wolf was on patrol."There’s one place I want to take her right now—back to my enforcement den where I can lock the door—but I turn and take the trail t